antonius-raka

On a day so still you might think
that saying wind out loud
could start a crack the equinox
would ooze golden from,
I found a bolt on Corn Hill Road,

and weighed it in my hand,
feeling its otherworldly cold,
as though it had dropped
from the undercarriage of a cloud,

and listened to the nuthatch
telegraph in bushes whose maroon haze
signified their readiness
to begin again, a few natural egg cups
woven in them here and there,
abandoned but waiting.

Thick as my thumb and longer
than any teacup-sized warbler’s nest
is deep, that heavy-duty piece
had an octagonal head on it

larger than any resting place
a hummingbird might bind
to the merest knuckle
of an apple tree, a steel bolt shaken
to unthreading, and fallen.

Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We’re gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit II your demands
I’ll do anything, girl you need only ask

I’ll make love II you
Like you want me II
And I’ll hold you tight
Baby all thru the night
I’ll make love II you
When you want me II
And I will not let go
Till you tell me II

Girl relax, lets go slow
I ain’t got nowhere II go
I’m just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it’s gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I’m gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans II be with you
Girl whatever you ask me, you know I’ll do

Baby tonight is just your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life.